Ms. Wang Weina, my cousin can't do it either

"It's very simple, heh...Miss client, since I sent you a message, I have started to observe people using electronic devices in the coffee shop. There are 33 people in total, and the owner of this shop has a very simple decoration style. Fu, the field of view is very wide, which saves me a lot of trouble."

"Afterwards, there is a simple screening. People who obviously have companions can be eliminated. With the awareness of prevention and vigilance shown between the lines in your email, Miss Client, you will definitely not bring companions with you, at least not The kind of companions who chat all the time can kill 33 out of 20 people in one go. And our meeting is a big event, and the clothes are too casual, such as those beautiful girls in hot pants and tights over there.”

Wayne raised his head towards the front side:

"That type can also be excluded, and there are only five people left, and among these five people, only you have shown a thoughtful expression in front of the electronic device, while the others are simply browsing irrelevant information , it is very easy to find you, Ms. Client, this is the basic quality of a good reporter."

Hemer opened his mouth in surprise.

Wayne nodded in satisfaction.I flickered.

In fact, most of the above are "hunting plans drawn up in his mind" by Wayne. In actual implementation, he is only in the first step - look at those people in the coffee shop when they use electronic equipment, Already found Hemer's figure.

But even so, it is not enough for Wayne to directly lock Hemer as the client. It is the lovely little girl Vajvan who is with Hemer who is firm in his determination.

As we all know, Hemo is the real head of the personnel department of Rhodes Island in Tomorrow's Ark... Cough cough cough, just kidding.

Hemer fully complied with the search plan he listed above, and he obviously had a little girl by his side who could be used as an entry point for the incident. It was difficult for Wayne to lock her as the real identity of the client.

No, when I asked, I hit the mark as expected.With a combination of luck and strength, it was unconventional to complete this little Pulitzer reporter's search for someone.

"Then, tell me about your request in detail, Miss Client."

Wayne took a sip of the Matcha Frappuccino and asked.

Chapter 195 No.17 Are You Scolding Me?Did you not scold?

Miss Hemer asked Wayne for something that could prove his identity as a Pulitzer, but in fact, for Hemer, there was nothing more props to prove the identity of a legendary reporter than this judgment and insight.When Wayne found her so easily, she basically believed most of it.

Seeing Wayne start asking questions, Hemer glanced around, closed the laptop in front of him, and stood up:

"It's not convenient to talk about business here, please ask the Pulitzer reporter to change places with me first."

Wayne nodded indifferently, and asked casually:

"Where?"

Hemer replied solemnly: "My family."

Wayne nodded subconsciously, then reacted immediately, and glanced at Hemo.

Good guy, so Hemer, are you the kind of person who can casually bring home someone you meet for the first time?How should I put it, really unsuspecting?

What's even more amazing is that I didn't pay attention for a while, and I didn't feel anything wrong just now.Is this your affinity?As expected of the real head of the Rhodes Island Personnel Department in the future, this abduction (recruitment) ability is only a little weaker than the old lynx Kelsey who can pick up operators on foot!

He lowered his head and glanced at his watch. It was only ten past three, and he should have had enough time to not miss Kelsey's soft meal. Wayne nodded and followed behind Hemo.

Hemer herself owns a car, and she even has her own driver's license. Just as Wayne was curious about how Hemer's arms with one wing and one hand drove the car, the most biologically contrary scene appeared in the world of Terra. It actually folded its wings directly, and turned its right arm back into the appearance of a human right hand!

My God, I thought it would be scary enough to fit a whole mon3tr in Kelsey's spine, and you can switch arm shapes freely. Is the world of Terra a magical world?

Hmm...seems like there's nothing wrong with that?

In order to prevent taking it out of context, Wayne would like to clarify in advance that he doesn't particularly like the winged orcs, nor is he a furry fan. He is simply very curious about this anti-scientific phenomenon.

Hemo, who noticed Wayne's gaze, raised his arm unnaturally and asked:

"Mr. Pulitzer, what are you looking at?"

"Look at your hands."

Wayne replied, suddenly realized that this was a bit like Yoshikage Kira, and quickly added,

"I mean, it's incredible to see your hands switch forms."

"It's just a little trick. Basically, all Liboli people who have returned to their ancestors can do it, but the difference lies in the degree of returning to their ancestors and their personal wishes. The most powerful professors can even freely switch between the atavistic form and the human form .”

Wayne's eyes widened in surprise.

This....Should I say furry is ecstasy, or furry is grief?Do you like a beast girl who can switch forms freely?

Hemer was obviously more interested in these academic topics, and when Wayne mentioned it, he began to talk about it endlessly.The atmosphere in the car was indeed a little more relaxed, but as the audience, Wayne became more numb as he listened, with disbelief written all over his face.

What's the matter, Haimao, you have to work hard, you haven't told me about these settings.

"arrive."

Finally, Hemer stepped on the brake, unbuckled his seat belt, and said.

Wayne opened the car door and got out of the car. He raised his head and stared at the building in front of him, which was clearly the opposite of the style of downtown Silicon Valley. The corner of his mouth twitched.

Unlike the majestic steel jungles in downtown Silicon Valley, the area where Hemer lives is located at the junction of the undeveloped area and the developed area. The housing prices here are cheap, and most of them are old-fashioned houses from the old era (that is, the Victorian era). , mainly seven-story small buildings, and the highest floor is no more than twelve floors.

Such buildings are not uncommon in Colombia.As a mobile city once under the jurisdiction of the Victorian Empire, Colombia after independence is inevitably full of traces left by the empire.Although she tried her best to remove these marks of oppression, humiliation, and filth that she regarded as oppressive, humiliating, and dirty, it was not a day's work to freeze three feet, and it was not a day's work to drip water through a rock. Influence is still a long process.

As a result, such buildings are spread all over the border of the new urban area of ​​Colombia, serving as the residences of the Sarkaz wandering in the market, the elderly who can no longer work, and the infected and beggars who are lingering and hiding everywhere, exerting their last remaining warmth as houses. .

Hemer would live here, certainly not because she was poor.In Rhine Life, even the lowest-level intern researcher has enough salary and allowance to support her to set up a house in the outskirts of the city. Even if she is struggling, she can choose to live in the company dormitory building at a low price.A large part of the reason why Hemer lives here is to cover up the traces of "Fiona".

Go up to the seven-story building where Hemo lives, open the anti-theft door that looks a bit old, and you can see the scenery in the room at a glance.

Pale pink wallpaper, simple marble furniture, simple decoration style, and a lot of scientific research books that are still left behind after filling the bookshelves in the corner of the living room.The yellowed notes and wrinkled pages, as well as the dry coffee cups on the tea table clearly indicate that not long ago, maybe yesterday, Hemer was still sitting on the sofa in the living room facing the computer and computer on the tea table. Notes, finishing yesterday's work.

"This is my home. It's a bit messy. I didn't have time to clean it up. Please forgive me. Wait a minute, I'll make you a cup of tea."

Hemo said and walked into the kitchen.Only Wei En sitting on the sofa and the timid little girl Vayfan were left looking at each other.

It's definitely not Charmander.

Because of the dimensionality reduction after time travel, Wayne's memory is now like a well-organized encyclopedia that can be consulted freely. Operators that come to mind.In fact, even if he didn't have these golden fingers, he knew that the girl with silver hair and golden pupils in front of him couldn't match Ifrit at all.

Who is she?

Wayne probably knew in his heart that this was probably the reason why Hemer got involved in the Loken water tank incident, the child who she said was "subjected to inhuman human experiments".

But, how did she meet Hemer?

Wayne thought about it and decided to start with the children first. After all, theoretically speaking, their defensive mentality is much lighter than that of Hemer, and it is easier to dig out the information they want.

"Kid, what's your name?"

Wayne bowed and asked with as kind a face as possible.

Suddenly, a child's voice full of disobedience came from my ear:

"Hey, the person who said that doesn't look like a good person at first glance. I advise you to stay away from Miss Hemer!"

Wayne blinked, looked at Fiona, who turned her head sideways, teary, and was taken aback, pointing to herself:

"Were you scolding me just now?"

"I...I didn't...uh."

The voice is a bit similar, but the tone and intonation are completely different. Such a young child should not be so deceptive, right?

Wayne scratched the golden retriever, wondering:

"Didn't you scold me? Are there other children your age at home?"

"No...."

Wayne sat back on the sofa, looked at the little girl who seemed to be crying, and asked himself:

"What's the matter, did I hear wrong?"

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Written out, a book is satisfying.

Chapter 196 Chapter 18 Her brothers and sisters have a strong presence

Hemer came out of the kitchen with two cups of black tea, put the cups on the tea table in front of Wayne, scratched his head, and said apologetically:

"Sorry, I forgot to buy tea, can I only have black tea?"

Wayne blinked, resisted the desire to spit out a trough that no one could understand, and replied: "...it's okay."

Fiona stepped aside, and Hemer took advantage of the opportunity to sit opposite Wayne, sorted out his language, and began to explain:

"Reporter Pulitzer, I will stop talking nonsense and get straight to the point. I have only one request for you: Please investigate the illegal human experiments in the Loken water tank."

As she spoke, she turned her head and glanced at the researcher's white coat hanging on the coat rack at the door, and showed a helpless smile:

"Perhaps you have also noticed that I am actually a researcher of Rhine-Life, but I can swear here that this commission is by no means ordered by the company, nor is it for the benefit of Rhine-Life. What I did was This kid."

She reached out and gently stroked Fiona's silver hair.

These words may seem redundant, but Hemer really didn't want the Pulitzer reporter to misunderstand her motives. She believed that with the observation ability shown by the Pulitzer reporter, she must have discovered her identity. The Pulitzer reporter debunked it, it would be better for her to tell the truth frankly from the beginning to enhance mutual trust.

Wayne nodded slightly.

In fact, what Hemer didn't expect was that although she didn't want Venn to think that she used him as a tool for corporate competition, Venn already had a plan in mind to suppress the Loken water tank and support Rhine Life.

But no matter what, Hemer's frankness somehow made Wayne's favorability a little higher.He took out the props he had prepared from his pocket: a notebook and a ballpoint pen, ready to record, and asked:

"Then, let's talk about your current information in detail."

Hemer nodded, and while caressing Fiona's silver hair, he said:

"It will start when I pick up this child."

............

While Hemer was telling what happened, Fiona's heart never stopped.

Looking at the blond-haired film boy in front of her, for some reason, the girl always had a faint sense of fear in her heart. This sense of fear did not come from her, but from her "brothers and sisters".

【Brother, are you afraid? 】

Fiona hesitated for a moment, but she still couldn't hold back her curiosity, and talked to her brother in her heart.The male voice called "Brother" did not hesitate for a second, and immediately retorted:

【What nonsense are you talking about? Has your brother been afraid of anyone? 】

Unexpectedly, Fiona immediately broke the stage and said: [You are afraid of the professor. 】

"Brother" could only snort angrily, and spat:

【That Loken Williams guy is also worthy of calling himself a professor. Sooner or later, he will be buried by me. 】

[As for the film in front of you, let me ask you, sister, do you believe him? 】

Fiona glanced at Wayne, pursed her lips:

【Miss Hemer trusts him, so I trust him. 】

[Then you don't have to care about our opinions.The owner of this body is you, we are just sojourners, we will give you advice, but we will not make decisions for you. 】

[What is the brother's suggestion? 】

"Brother" sneered, and suddenly changed the subject:

[Sister, do you know where we come from? 】

Fiona was slightly taken aback: 【Where did you come from?Isn't brother Colombian? 】

[Of course not, most of us are from Victoria.And this guy has an aura that we are very familiar with.Sister, be careful.The owner of this breath is a creature that does not exist in Colombia, they are called nobles. 】

[And the vast majority of them are definitely not good people. 】

After saying this, the voices of the "brothers" fell into silence.No matter how Fiona called, she didn't answer anymore.But Fiona could feel that the "brothers" were still watching Wayne, and the fear that seemed inherent in her was still shrouded in her heart, lingering.

"Bad guy?"

The girl rubbed her fingers and murmured in a low voice.

"I don't think Mr. Reporter looks like that."

At this time, Hemer finally brought the information to the critical point.

"Pulitzer reporter, in your opinion, what kind of child is Fiona?"

Wayne frowned and asked tentatively, "Is she infected?"

Hemo showed a bitter smile and nodded: "Yes, she is an infected person. Although she is still so young, she is indeed an infected person."